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09.Apr.21, 12:35 AM
She looked over at the relatively short distance to Neryseth’s ledge just across the Weyr. Was an escort really necessary for such a small trip?
I would appreciate the escort. And the continued company. The smell of rabbit cooking would not be awful. Just no fish. The gold blinked lazily at her rider from where she stood to stretch her wings and back.
Lassalla lifted an eyebrow at the gold, curious as always, as to her dragon’s sudden switch to finding sharing her ledge just fine. Oh? Particularly interested in our current companions?
Neryseth arched her neck elegantly, her somewhat overlarge head actually appearing dainty.Tiberuth amuses me. I find him interesting.
Lassalla had a thought that the gold might be eyeing up potential future mates, but it was no matter just yet. While she hadn’t had the inclination to Fly in turns, Lassalla remembered well enough from the last time that she’d have about a week of true proddiness to prepare herself. Let her dragon enjoy the company. The young man was good with conversation, and his dragon was polite. And any recipes he had were welcomed, indeed. She nodded to the bronzerider. “Sure, why not.” Her typical half-smile pulled at one corner of her mouth. “And rabbit sounds like a decent enough meal.”
With little fuss, she mounted up, waiting to check that K’dar and Tiberuth were similarly situated before giving her gold the cue to glide down to their ledge. Sliding down from the riding straps, she met her youngest daughters on the ledge with tight hugs before they politely but enthusiastically greeted the newcomer to the weyr. It didn’t take much convincing for them to want to play with the friends still left in crèche, and she invited K’dar to make a list of what he’d need from the kitchens to send with the girls on their way down.
“Welcome to my humble abode.” She spread her arms, encompassing the girls’ strewn playthings and the few dishes that remained in the tiny kitchen area, grimacing slightly at the small mess. “Make yourself at home. The kitchen, hearth, ledge, whatever you need, are yours as you need them. I’m all ears and willing to learn.” With an ‘oh well’ shrug, she started to gather the various things and put them away. “So, High Reaches? What’s the draw?”
Lassalla lifted an eyebrow at the gold, curious as always, as to her dragon’s sudden switch to finding sharing her ledge just fine. Oh? Particularly interested in our current companions?
Neryseth arched her neck elegantly, her somewhat overlarge head actually appearing dainty.
Lassalla had a thought that the gold might be eyeing up potential future mates, but it was no matter just yet. While she hadn’t had the inclination to Fly in turns, Lassalla remembered well enough from the last time that she’d have about a week of true proddiness to prepare herself. Let her dragon enjoy the company. The young man was good with conversation, and his dragon was polite. And any recipes he had were welcomed, indeed. She nodded to the bronzerider. “Sure, why not.” Her typical half-smile pulled at one corner of her mouth. “And rabbit sounds like a decent enough meal.”
With little fuss, she mounted up, waiting to check that K’dar and Tiberuth were similarly situated before giving her gold the cue to glide down to their ledge. Sliding down from the riding straps, she met her youngest daughters on the ledge with tight hugs before they politely but enthusiastically greeted the newcomer to the weyr. It didn’t take much convincing for them to want to play with the friends still left in crèche, and she invited K’dar to make a list of what he’d need from the kitchens to send with the girls on their way down.
“Welcome to my humble abode.” She spread her arms, encompassing the girls’ strewn playthings and the few dishes that remained in the tiny kitchen area, grimacing slightly at the small mess. “Make yourself at home. The kitchen, hearth, ledge, whatever you need, are yours as you need them. I’m all ears and willing to learn.” With an ‘oh well’ shrug, she started to gather the various things and put them away. “So, High Reaches? What’s the draw?”
